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"You're late."

An annoyed huff escapes Barry.

"Well, you didn’t say which toy factory you were in."

The Trickster laughs. "I didn't, did I?"

They fall into silence for a moment. Barry crosses his arms, feeling annoyed again. He could be at home asleep instead of dealing with whatever game the Trickster's playing. But instead he's here.

"Why did you ask me to come here?"

The Trickster slides off the desk to stand in front of him. He’s close enough Barry can feel his body heat, and can almost see his eyes through his mask. He wonders why he isn’t uncomfortable.

"Because I want you," the Trickster states, simple and honest. Barry's eyes widen.

"What?"

"I want you," repeats the Trickster, stepping somehow even closer. He dares to place his hands on Barry's waist, and the warmth of them bleeds through the thin material of his suit, making him feel naked. Barry uncrosses his arms and their chests press together.

"I um, I have someone," Barry manages to get out, trying to keep the little bit of sense from leaving him at the feeling of a firm body against his own. To his mortification his cock begins to harden.

"Is it serious?" The Trickster sounds amused. His hands have slid lower onto Barry's hips and his thumbs trace maddening little circles on his hip bones, ignoring his cock. Barry grips his arms, keeping him close.

"Yes," grits out Barry, clinging to the edge of the cliff and feeling himself slip. The Trickster leans in to bit his earlobe through the mask. Barry's knees weaken a little at the feeling.

"Can't be that serious if you’re letting me paw you like this."

"Technically, you haven't done anything."

"I want you to say it."

Barry glares at him.

"No."

"I'm not touching you unless you admit you want this. That you want me." Barry thinks about just leaving right then and jerking off somewhere, and never thinking about this again. He doesn’t want to admit to anything because that would make it real. He's here letting someone who isn't Iris touch him – a man and a criminal – and he wants it so bad he aches for it.

"Fine. I want you. Can you please touch my dick?" One of the hands finally slides off his hip to rub his dick through his suit and Barry groans in relief. The Trickster traces the outline of his cock through the fabric, making his hips jerk, then pulling both the tights and his underwear down to reveal his cock, red and throbbing in the minimal light. The Trickster makes a frustrated sound.

"I can barely see you," he says, walking to the desk to turn the lamp on. He grabs the rolling chair behind it and rolls it over to Barry, commanding him to sit. Fuck off, sits on the tip of Barry's tongue, but he wants to orgasm so he obeys. The Trickster kneels in front of him and rucks his top up to bunch under his arms, staring at the scar branching over his body from where the lightning hit with wide eyes.

"Wow," he breathes, tracing one of the lines with his fingertip. Barry shivers.

The Trickster leans up to trace them with his tongue, leaving biting kisses from his chest down to the line of hair above his cock. He stops to look at it for a moment, head tilted.

"You're a blonde," he says, gloved hand gripped loosely around the base of Barry's cock.

"What were you expecting?"

"I guess I always imagined you with brown hair," admits the Trickster, beginning to stroke him. Barry squirms. Precum beads at the tip of his cock, easing the friction until that gloved hand glides up and down his cock with a firm grip. Barry pants. He's so close.

"Say my name when you come," commands the Trickster. James, his mind corrects.

Barry nods, biting his lip. James' other hand massages his balls, rolling them gently as he keeps jerking him off and Barry lets out a mortifying whimper. He can feel it coiling in his gut and wishes he could just come already.

"Wish the others could see this," James murmurs, making Barry's breath hitch. "The righteous Flash humping my hand like a dog. You act holier than thou, but I bet you're gagging for it." He slows his hand and Barry whines. "I could put you out in the middle of the city with your feet and hands tied up and let the guys take turns. Show the city what a desperate slut their hero really is." It's the image of himself being fucked by his rogues while a crowd watches that makes him come with a high pitched moan, spilling come all over himself.

"James," Barry moans, breath hitching as James keeps stroking him. The other man gives him a smirk and bends down to suck his cock into his mouth, making Barry arch into the tight, wet heat, a hand flying to grip James' hair. He almost slides out of the chair and flails his free hand to grip the armrest at the last second.

"Oh fuck, your mouth," he moans, the peak coming even faster this time, his core clenching as it surges and finally snaps, flooding James' hot mouth. James moans around his sensitive cock, drinking down his come like he needs it to live.

James pulls off his cock with a slow suck that makes Barry come a little again with a shudder. He smirks up at Barry like the cat that got the canary. Barry glares down at him half-heartedly. God, he's going to be unbearable after this.

"Do I get a gold star on yelp?" smirks James, sucking a mark onto Barry's thigh. He bites the sensitive skin, worrying it with his teeth, then soothes it with his tongue. If Barry wasn't already exhausted he'd be hard again.

"A little vain fishing for compliments," Barry goads, trying not to smirk back. He has to play hard to get at least a little bit.

"I'm a performer, Flashy. I live for the applause." Barry rolls his eyes at the nickname. It's better than Flasher at least. "And I want to make you scream my name over and over again." He feels the hot length of James' cock grinding against his leg and realizes James hasn't gotten off yet. A bit of guilt fills him.

"What about you?" asks Barry, stroking James' hair back from his face. The other man leans into his touch.

"Don't worry about me. I got what I wanted."

Barry frowns.

"It doesn't seem fair, I got off twice and you haven't." James thinks about it, nuzzling his thigh. He would probably purr if he was capable of it.

"Can I come on your face?"

"Just on my mouth."

"Alright," nods James, standing up. He seems to loom over Barry as he pulls his tights down, spitting on his hand to fist his cock in quick strokes. His cock is close enough Barry could put it in his mouth.

"You're big," Barry says, wrapping his hand loosely around the base of James' cock. Barry licks his lips. "I don't think it would fit in my mouth." He imagines the hot length of James' cock stretching his jaw, choking him. His cock gives a feeble twitch. "C'mon James, you can do it. Be a good boy and come on me."

James whines. "Oh, I'm coming—"

Barry closes his eyes just in case, opening his mouth. He feels hot come spurt onto his tongue and his chin, dirtying him even further. Hands grasp his face and a hot tongue licks into his mouth, James moaning as he sucks on Barry's tongue, eating his come like a starving man. It's unbearably hot.

The two men pant into each other's mouths for a moment, exhausted. James slumps to sit on the floor, resting his face against Barry's thigh again, sighing when Barry strokes his hair, scratching lightly against his scalp.